Hannah and I Meet Ian for the First Time
Copyright© 2026 by AnnaTartyWife
Chapter 1
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Hannah (my sons fiancee) and I go on a hot sex date with an older guy (Ian 72)
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Lesbian Heterosexual True Story Cheating Sharing Slut Wife InLaws Rough White Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Fisting Oral Sex Petting Squirting
Fuck, recalling how this whole filthy night got set up still gets my cunt dripping.
Just thinking about that filthy night at an old guy’s old house who had been chatting to Hannah still makes my cunt throb like crazy. As you know, Hannah, my son’s 26-year-old fiancée is a bit of a tart!
We have had loads of fun together and she now takes regular lovers/bulls which my son loves!
She set it all up with Ryan’s help—my boy actually arranged for us to spend hours getting treated like total cum-sluts by this 72-year-old bloke. Ryan had been chatting with this 72-year-old bloke online for weeks—some silver-haired pervert (Ian) who said he loved younger sluts.
My son spent weeks messaging Ian through a filthy app, swapping pics of Hannah and dropping hints about how his fiancée needed a proper old cock to stretch her out. He’d text her right in front of me at dinner, saying shit like ‘He’s gonna pump your cunt full tonight, babe, and I want you coming home leaking’
Ryan arranged the date night himself, texting Hannah all the dirty details while I was around, making it extra teasing. ‘Hannah, that old fucker Ian is gonna wreck your tight holes all night,’ he’d say with a grin, knowing I was listening. Hannah would blush but push back, ‘Tell him to bring his A-game, Ryan, I want his spunk everywhere.’ It built this sexy tension, Ryan playing matchmaker for his own fiancée’s slutty adventure, dropping hints about how the old man wanted her in something slutty and ready to be used.
Hannah would grin and reply with voice notes moaning about taking every drop, all while Ryan winked at me across the table. The tension built slowly and nasty—Ryan even picked out her outfit, telling her to send photos of the green mini dress hugging her massive tits and her see-through panties which he knew would already be damp.
One night that week Hannah cornered me in the hallway after Ryan left the room. She pressed close, her breath hot on my neck. ‘Anna, your boy arranged everything so this dirty old bastard can use me all night at his place. Come with me. Wear that tiny black mini skirt with the crotchless tights, no underwear, ponytail, and thick red lipstick so he sees every smear. I’ll be in a green dress with stockings and suspenders. We can put on a show for him first—mother-in-law and daughter-in-law tongues deep in each other’s cunts while he watches.’
She whispered hot against my ear, Her fingers slipped under my top, pinching my nipples as we kissed hard, swapping spit and grinding until my thighs were slick. ‘Anna, come with me—Ryan set it up so this 72-year-old stud fucks us both like whores at his place. We kissed right there, tongues swirling sloppy, her hands squeezing my tits as she teased, ‘Imagine his old cock splitting us open while Ryan knows exactly what we’re doing.’ The build-up had me throbbing for days—Hannah sending me pics of her outfit, Ryan winking and saying, ‘Make sure you two come back wrecked, Mum.’
The days after were pure torture. Hannah kept sending me mirror shots of her outfit, Ryan texting ‘Make sure you both get well fucked, Mum’ with a winking emoji. I could barely sleep, fingering myself at night imagining the old man’s hands on us. The night finally arrived.